Return of the King, Dominating the City
Chapter 92 - 92 91 I'll Treat You to a Meal

92: Chapter 91: I’ll Treat You to a Meal 92: Chapter 91: I’ll Treat You to a Meal Lao Liu was actually not too seriously injured, because after Song Yun’s first kick landed on the kid with the baseball cap, he pretended to be overwhelmed by others and lay on the ground feigning pain.

Although in his heart Lao Liu had cursed Song Yun’s ancestors for eighteen generations, in reality, he could only sneak peeks at his buddy lying next to him, then perform as if he had been stricken by the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms.

“Who dares injure my Old Nine Gates disciples?” a voice came from outside the alley.

Song Yun focused his gaze and saw a thin old man, dressed in a Zhongshan suit, walking slowly in with several elders.

Seeing the elderly man, Lao Liu sprang up from the ground with the speed of lightning, knelt in front of the old man, and wept, “Great Ancestor, this kid has injured so many of our brothers, and Brother Tou is still in his hands, I was powerless to stop it, please, Great Ancestor, punish me.”

“Alas, this kid is a Martial Artist.

It’s understandable that you couldn’t defeat him.

Get up,” the old man said kindly as he patted Lao Liu’s head, appearing just like a friendly neighbor.

Just as Lao Liu was silently rejoicing at having escaped disaster, the old man suddenly gripped Lao Liu’s head with an eagle claw and said fiercely, “But you fled from battle and caused the death of many Old Nine Gates disciples.

You may escape death, but you can’t escape punishment.

Go to the Law Enforcement Hall and accept your sentence.”

This elder also had some skill.

To Song Yun’s eyes, he was already of the Grandmaster level.

Song Yun was just a spectator, but it was different for Lao Liu, who had just experienced the elder’s Eagle Claw Technique firsthand.

With a single grip, Lao Liu felt his soul fly away, his body trembling with pain and frothing at the mouth before fainting on the ground.

The elder didn’t even bother to give Lao Liu a second glance, but instead kicked him to one side and then turned to Song Yun with a serious expression, “Young friend, are you perhaps a disciple of the Old Nine Gates?”

Damn, are these people idiots?

I’m decked out in branded gear and obviously look like a tall, rich, and handsome guy; how could I possibly be some lowlife from the Martial World?

“I’m not one of your Old Nine Gates people, but I am very interested in meeting someone from Old Nine Gates,” Song Yun said with a smile.

“Moreover, just look at me, surrounded by beauty and looking dashing; clearly a high-class man.

How could I possibly be mixed up with common Martial World folks like you?”

The elder’s face darkened as he said coldly, “Then why did you hurt my Old Nine Gates disciples?

He was previously drinking tea with a few old friends when someone rushed in and said his disciples had been robbed and beaten, their fate unknown.

Upset, the old man rushed out.

Though his Old Nine Gates wasn’t as glorious as it had been during the Ming and Qing dynasties, it still held unabashed power in the current Martial World.

To have his disciples robbed and then beaten—how could he tolerate that?

He gathered several elders of the Old Nine Gates and, guided by a few juniors, arrived in the alley of the food street.

Upon entering, he saw bodies sprawled across the ground.

Only then did the elder realize the gravity of the situation.

He knew the capabilities of his own men well; for example, Rat Face lying there grimacing in pain was a key fighter of his sect, responsible for brawling and turf wars.

Glancing over at Song Yun, who was calmly looking back at him, the elder understood as if looking into a mirror—this was going to be a sticky situation.

It was with this thought that the elder didn’t directly accuse but instead tried to suss out Song Yun’s background.

If this young man was indeed from the Old Nine Gates, the implications would be intricate.

But the kid was straightforward—he said he wasn’t from the Old Nine Gates but did want to get to know them.

After hearing this, the elder finally took a proper look at Song Yun.

“Kid, you’ve broken the rules of the underworld.

You’re not walking away today without giving us an explanation,” the elder said squinting at Song Yun.

“What explanation?

I’m just here to clean up you parasites, leeches of society.” Song Yun snorted coldly.

“And don’t bother digging into my background; it would scare you to death.”

“You…

you bastard!” The elder was seething with anger.

The nerve of this brat to defy the rules!

“Young man, since you refuse to follow the ways of the underworld, then we will not bother with morals or ethics.

You may be skilled in Martial Arts, but I don’t believe these beauties by your side are as well.”

The threat was clear.

They knew they couldn’t defeat Song Yun, but surely not even the women by his side could be that tough?

If that were the case, they might as well die of shame.

“Wow, you guys are really something, aren’t you?

I’m right here; if you have a problem, come at me.

I don’t believe you can bite me to pieces,” Song Yun said, even twisting his waist teasingly.

“Young friend, not heeding the words of the elders will lead to regret.

I refuse to believe you can always protect your women.

What if one day, one of your lovely ladies goes out to shop and falls into a well or breaks a leg?

That wouldn’t be good,” the elder warned.

“Damn, you think with that look you can threaten me?

Are you asking for a taste of my dishes?” Song Yun’s expression darkened as he effortlessly threw out a line of underworld slang.

The dishes he referred to were not for the faint of heart—for instance, ‘stir-fried kidneys with green onions’ meant a punch to the kidney area, ensuring a lengthy bedridden period.

There were other ‘dishes’ too, like ‘pork with preserved vegetables’ and ‘a hot blow to the back of the head’, which were forms of punishment no ordinary person could withstand.

In the Ming Dynasty, there was a notoriously harsh jailer who could make any noble or fierce soldier spill all their secrets over a meal, pleading for death as a means of escape.

Today, this elder had provoked Song Yun’s ire, and Song Yun wasn’t opposed to serving them a grand feast before bringing them to heel.

Back in his sect, Song Yun had encountered a traitor—apparently someone planted by another power.

He had witnessed the Law Enforcement Hall perform a ‘Three Knives Six Holes’ execution on the traitor, guaranteeing he wouldn’t die, followed by each elder forcing him to ‘eat a dish’.

By the time the traitor nearly threw up after the third dish, he confessed everything.

After it was all over, the Great Elder of the Law Enforcement Hall said the traitor’s will was relatively strong.

Normally, others would spill everything they knew after just one ‘dish’, but this one endured ‘Three Knives Six Holes’ and three ‘dishes’ before talking, showing remarkable resilience.

But as for the thugs before him, Song Yun figured serving them just one ‘dish’ would be enough to have them rolling on the ground in agony, hardly able to endure as long as the traitor did.

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